When I was young, I was all about making stuff. I made those colorful potholders. I remember my mom buying the plastic loom and I would sit and loop until it was done. And then present it to her for her birthday or Mother’s Day. I never realized that she probably knew what she would be given.
I was never one for the paint by numbers pictures. Oh, I am sure I did paint one or two of them, but I really had no patience for that little piss ant of a paint brush. You know what I am talking about. And besides, I would always end up with screwing up the whole picture by painting orange on #3, when everyone knew that #3 was supposed to be blue. I was an idiot. And you could never undo it, because two colors mixed turned into pukey brown green.
My mom took paint by number to a whole new ugly level. She borrowed a projector and projected a picture up on the wall of my bedroom and painted a picture….of a cherry tree. It covered the whole damn wall. A cherry tree. Pink blossoms. I hate pink. After that, she decided she was ready for a more difficult project for my brother’s room. She painted a clipper ship on his wall. I am talking about the whole wall was a clipper ship.
I wanted the clipper ship. The cherry tree, with its freaking blossoms, stared at me every day. At least I could hop on the clipper ship and sail out of the retarded bedroom.
So, you would think that after staring at a cherry tree for a few years that I would not want anything on a wall. But, no, I’m a glutton for punishment.
No, I found another outlet: latch hooking. Once I learned how to latch hook, there was no stopping me. I hooked all of the time. I hooked in high school and hooked a bit through college. And then I hung the ugly rugs on the wall. Well, hell, I didn’t want anyone walking on them. I worked hard on those babies.
Latch hooking. So easy I could do it.
Ugly babies to boot. I can’t remember how many I actually hooked, but I do remember latch hooking the Wizard of Oz characters. Yeah. It was after I pledged into the Sigma Sigma Sorority. The tri-sigs at my college had the Wizard of Oz as their big theme for everything. So, when I found a latch hooking kit for Dorothy and her friends, well, I had to latch hook it.
Ok, so it didn’t look like this, but it’s the only one I could find.
I did make a pillow for my boyfriend, Rick.Or maybe it was Jay. I can’t remember, but some lucky boyfriend received this great gift. Made from love. It was a red heart on a black background. I am sure it was truly ugly. I can’t remember what I hooked in the middle of the heart, but it was something retarded I am sure.
I did find one that I did latch hook. I think. Isn’t it simply awesome?
The more I google, the more latch hookings I find that I completed. But these aren’t them. These are lovely examples that you, too, could latch if your heart desires so. I think you should.
and my favorite-
I mean, who wouldn’t want a Mrs. Doubtfire latched rug?
I did get excited to see that latch hookers are finding creative ways to latch hook, but without the ugly kits. There is a tutorial on pinterest for taking strips of old t-shirts and making a rag rug. And, I saw a rug that doesn’t have a face or smurf or a unicorn on it. I just may start hooking again……You know what I mean.
t-shirt latch hooking. Not too shabby.
In the end, there have been some pretty ugly things that people make and hang on the wall. I guess rugs shouldn’t be hung on a wall. And potholders shouldn’t either, I guess. We had some crazy things that were pretty ugly back in the seventies. But, this one is king:
Now, this is the real deal. Dogs Playing Poker was a collection of sixteen oil paintings that were commissioned by a cigar company and painted by C.M. Coolidge. And this was started back in 1903. I personally like the originals. I would so hang one in my home. It is the reproduction of these pictures that have found their way into our basements and closets. Many are gag gifts. And some are on black velvet. That makes it extra special. Now they are collectibles. Go figure.
Whatever you do, think long and hard before you paint on your walls. Sure, it can always be covered up by paint in the future.
But, your children will have already been damaged.